LIFE

The first cry of a baby says it has arrived,
The first words uttered says it can learn,
The first words of “mama” brings delight to thy mum,
The first steps taken makes mama feel like an Egyptian queen,
The days transcend into months and hope rises high,
The survival of the little infant tells a story,
The story line which I narrate as thus;
The world we live in is like a toddler’s clay toy,
This moment it is shaped like a cup and the next it is out of shape,
The world is like a beautiful old lady, a beautiful work of nature overtime,
Since I was a young lad growing,
And now I am a young man glowing,
I have never seen this world changing,
The people that lived are part of history,
The people alive are a part to contemporize,
The folks yet unborn are part of destiny,
The people come and go as a herd through a perch,
Some touch lives and they are honored,
Some sit tight in corners while others make their mark,
Others end lives and they are remembered as tyrants,
The wise, the rich, the royal all live their footprints on the sands of time,
The man that grew out of a baby is now old and feeble, too weak and frail to quibble,
The bible says “what goes around, comes around”,
The basic rules of life remain the same overtime though,
No matter how serious you take life,
You will never get out of it alive,
The inevitable comes calling! Come! , come! Death beckons, come Home to your Lord!,
This day remains the most detested by man so much a times taken off guard,
The truth and irony about this life remains that, we all die in the end somehow.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande, a freelance writer, a neo pan African can be reached online at www.muhammadnakandesworld.blogspot.com or email him at memzycool@yahoo.com